Headlines - Peter Parker

request -  I LOVE YOU WRITINGS Can you PLEASE write a fic were peter takes his s/o on dates to the tops of buildings as spider man a lot to the point were people beging looking for spider-man girlfriend and pictures of them start showing up on websites and news broadcasts 

a/n - i’ve gotten multiple requests to write this kind of fic, and i hope it doesn’t disappoint and is a flop like me anyways don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like or follow! also peter looks like he’s listening to a pretty funky beat in the gif LMAOOOOO

The sun was setting over Queens after the clock struck seven in the evening. My back was pressed up against Peter’s chest, breathing in the view as he was holding me close by. His mask was in my lap as his chin rested on my shoulder, rocking me from side to side.

Sitting at the roof of a busy building in town was a bit of a risk, but somehow Peter and I were willing to make such an attempt. During times together like these, he would become so equipped and steady to grab him mask at any point and run off with me, keeping our affair a secret as best as he could.

I leaned back even more and look up at his face, only being able to see his cheeks. I chuckled as he looked down, pressing a kiss on my lips as a smile melted onto his face as well. Our hearts were both jumping from mile to mile until Peter broke the kiss, putting his mask on within a second.

“What happened?” I asked while he put my hood up.

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The Fucket List

I accidentally deleted the message, but for the anon looking for some Gadge!Smut.

#15 & #30

“God, I’m so boring,” Madge exclaims, tossing the magazine she’d been reading onto the table in front of her.

“I’ve been saying that for years,” a voice drawls from behind her. Gale Hawthorne takes a seat beside Katniss and smirks at Madge. “So what brought about this epiphany?” His eyes land on the magazine and he reaches for it.

Madge is quicker, she snatches the magazine from his fingertips and stuffs it in her bag. She’s not in the mood to square off against him today. “I’m going to the library,” she announces with a glare in Gale’s direction.

“How exciting,” Gale calls after her. She shoots him another glare and stomps off.

Three hours later, Madge decides she needs a break from studying, so she leaves her books on the desk and heads downstairs to grab a coffee. She returns to find Gale Hawthorne sitting in the seat across from hers with a shit-eating grin on his stupidly handsome face.

“What are you doing?” she asks, affecting a bored tone. She does not want him to know that he gets to her. Even though the smug bastard already knows.

“Just how boring are you, Undersee?” He asks. She sits down and he lifts the magazine so she can see that he’s reading the same article she’d read at lunch. 40 things to put on your sex bucket list. She sighs in defeat. “How many of these have you done?”

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anonymous asked:

78, serirei? If it's not too late, love ur writing!

Thank you for your kind words, anon, as well as the prompt! I hope you enjoy this little fill.  c:  

78:  You weren’t supposed to hear that for the Writing Meme!

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12464367


Serizawa knows he’s not supposed to be listening. He’s not an eavesdropper, especially since he knows it’s not only impolite, but also unprofessional. Yet he can’t ignore the sound of the client’s voice in the lobby where Reigen’s ushered him out and shut the door to the back office.

“Your employee ruined my phone!”

The words are loud enough that Serizawa can hear them clearly, and he cringes, staring down at his desk in mortification. He’d used too much force to try and exorcise a spirit out of an electronic device and blown it to pieces.

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Who is He? Junhoe X Reader

(A/N: FOR MI AMIGA @peoshi !!!! She’s amazing and you should check her art out! IT’S REALLY FREAKING GOOD! I hope you like this scenario! I wrote it rather quickly, so it may not be that good. BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! LOVE YOU GIRLIE!!! :) )


“Did you think about me before fucking someone else?”

“Just because I don’t say I like you, doesn’t mean I don’t.”



“Are you fucking kidding me?” Junhoe huffed, practically appearing out of nowhere. His shirt was drenched with sweat and he was breathing heavily. He leaned against my kitchen countertop for support. “Well hey to you too, June. What’s up?” I gave him a brief smile and then continued cutting up the carrots for my chicken noodle soup. “Did you run over here or something? You’re soaked!” He still wasn’t saying anything. “Junhoe, why’d you come over here? We haven’t talked in a really long time.” I sighed, “I also think it’s about time you give me back my extra key.” THAT got his attention. He coughed, as though I had said something shocking. I waited for him to say something.

Please say something.

What’s bothering you?


“Y/N, look at me.” His voice shaky with emotion. I did as he said and put down my knife. “Okay, Junhoe what’s going on? Are you okay?” Junhoe met my eyes, a mix of disdain and anger showing in his own. He pulled out a magazine without breaking eye contact and pointed to the front of it.


I knew he’d see that.

I don’t need to feel bad.

It’s fine Y/N.

It’s fine.

“What the actual fuck is this Y/N?” He exaggerated the front of the magazine, shaking it in my face. The front was a picture of me and Jongin, on a date. “Junhoe,” I started, only to immediately be cut off. “Y/N, what the FUCK!” He exclaimed, throwing the magazine on the countertop. “Are you kidding me? You’re fucking goddamn Kai from Exo!?” He ran his hands through his hair, slumping into a chair. “Did you even think about me before fucking somebody else?” He said, exasperated.

Oh hold the hell up.

“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?” I asked bitterly, voice rising. “Junhoe, we hooked up like fucking three times before you made it absolutely clear that you did not want to pursue a relationship with me. You straight up said ‘I’m sorry Y/N, I can’t date a girl like you.’ You fucked up my self-esteem! You hurt me. Do you not get that?!” I was screaming, all this pent up frustration pouring out of me. “Then why did you stay my friend?” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “Because I fucking like you! Or at least I did!” My voice broke, suddenly overwhelmed by a separate emotion. 

“Hey, Y/N…” Junhoe walked towards me, trying to pull me in for a hug. “Don’t touch me.” The words left my mouth like a hiss. “Don’t touch me Junhoe.”

He backed away, but stayed in the room. “Y/N… Just because I don’t tell you I like you, doesn’t mean I don’t.” He breathed, stepping closer yet again. “I like you. I couldn’t date you because of work.” I shot him a look that had him take a few steps back. “Really Junhoe? How was I supposed to know that? Because when you called it off, you made it sound like it was all on me.” I couldn’t control my emotions. My eyes starting tearing up. “You broke my heart Koo Junhoe.” I watched as something inside him broke. He almost came towards me again, but stopped himself. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I am.” His voice was a lot softer now. He sounded vulnerable. “Are you really dating Jongin?” He squeezed his eyes shut before I started talking, half expecting me to yell at him again.

Why do I love you?

“No.” I muttered. “We went on a few dates, but I told him that I wasn’t ready to be official.” Junhoe’s eyes shot open and he stared at me, mouth slightly parted. “He did say that he’d wait until I was. He would treat me right June. He’s a good guy.” Junhoe was suddenly towering over me, “But you aren’t dating?” He whispered. I looked up at him and backed away. “No, we aren’t. Unfortunately, I still like you.” At those words, his lips curved into that cheeky smile I love. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to keep liking you. I like Jongin too, just not entirely in that way… yet.” Junhoe just kept smiling. “Then will you give me a chance? To treat you how I should’ve?” He sounded almost childlike with his questions.

I hate myself.

I hate him.

What are these goddamn feelings.

I’ve gotta take Jonginnie his soup…

“I’ll give you a chance to be an actual friend again. Then we can see where it goes…” I stated firmly, watching Junhoe’s face light up yet again. “Hey! But I have the full intent of making it work with Jongin. You’ll have a hell of a lot to make up for if you want to stand a chance against him.”

Why am I giving him another chance?

I should just go be with Jongin.

Why can’t I get over you Koo Junhoe?

Junhoe pulled me into him, giving me a stifling hug. “Okay. That’s all I need. Just know that I have the full intention of getting you back Y/N.” I practically melted into his arms. After realizing what i was doing, I pushed myself off of him. “Okay, well then yeah.” I laughed, embarrassed. The oven’s timer went off, meaning my soup was done. “I’ve got to go though, I’m bring Jongin soup.” Junhoe looked at the soup, eyes full of disapproval. “Okay…” He muttered. I put the soup into a travelling container and grabbed my keys. “Okay, well you should go! I’ll see you another time I guess.” I smiled.

This is so AWKWARD.

“Yeah.” Junhoe responded. He was out already out the door when he turned back around. “Hey. Since we’re starting over, I should give this to you.” He handed me the second key to my apartment. “Oh, thanks!” I grinned. He smiled back and held out his hand.

“Hi! My name’s Koo Junhoe. It’s nice to meet you.”


Author’s Note: i love whenever random ideas just come to my mind, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Being a Makeup Artist suddenly seems 100x more cooler when you get the call to be the makeup artist for the Avenger’s photoshoot.

Originally posted by bubblyholland

“I still find this absolute bullshit that we’re doing this photoshoot for LIFE magazine after all the threats we’ve been given.” Natasha mumbled as she was grabbing her bag.

“This is our time to shine! To let the world know that we’re capable of being on the front cover of LIFE magazine.” Tony exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air enthusiastically.

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anonymous asked:

Can u do a imagine like me and tris are married with kids and stuff and then we fight because he's been suck a idiot idk

Tristan imagine, you fight in front of your kid; 

“You said you were going to clean the dishes two days ago Tris! As far as I can tell, they haven’t been done” You fold your arms over your chest and give your husband a glare. He looks up from a magazine that he’s reading and scoffs. “I’ve been busy. This has been my only free time in a week Y/N. If the dishes bother you so much, then you do them” He retorts. “I do the laundry, and I clean the whole house, I make the meals, and I take care of Max. You could at least do something other than sit there!” You exclaim, grabbing the magazine out of his hands and throwing it onto the table. He stands up from the couch, towering over you. “I work my ass off every single day to provide for us! I have to help the lads write new songs, while at the same time rehearsing for our tour. Not to mention recording for the new album! I’ll do the dishes when I have time! Now get off my back and leave me alone!” He shoves past you as he makes his way to the bedroom. “Daddy?” The small voice of your son, Max calls out from the doorway of his room. Tristan stops dead in his tracks and looks at your four year old son. “Max go back to bed sweetie” He says, trying to calm down for Max’s sake. Max pouts and hugs himself. “I had a bad dream… Then I heard you and mommy fighting. Please don’t fight” His bottom lip quivers, and Tristan rushes to him. You go behind him and watch as Tristan kneels down in front of Max, scooping him into his strong arms. “It’s alright buddy. Mommy and I were just being childish… We’re sorry that we yelled” Tristan mutters. Max sniffs. “Do you and mommy hate each other?” He asks in a small voice. It breaks your heart to hear that. You rest your hand onto Tristan’s shoulder and give it a small squeeze. “No baby, of course we don’t. Daddy and I just didn’t agree on something. We still love each other very much” You pitch in, giving them both a gentle smile. Tristan nods and kisses the top of Max’s head, then stands up with him in his arms. You both put Max back to bed, then silently go into your bedroom afterwards. “I’m sorry” You both say at the same time. Tristan continues to speak, “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m just so stressed with all this work and everything… Joe has been on my back for always being tired and slacking off. I’m just under a lot of stress right now. I’m sorry for snapping. I’ll do the dishes soon, I promise” He says. You shake your head and kiss his lips gently. “It’s alright Tris. I’m tired and stressed too… We should go to sleep. Then we can make a new chore schedule on the weekend, how does that sound?” You suggest, taking his hands. He smiles and looks at you. “How did I get so lucky?” He mumbles whilst kissing you sweetly. 

I hate the ending for this >.> Sorry

anonymous asked:

For a little fic idea, if you're willing. I've always wanted to read from another persons point of view, Gansey's take on how tooth decayingly cute Ronan and Adams new romantic relationship is, seeing all their little hand touches, shy smiles, their games of footsie. Or Henry cheng walking in the door with Ganesy to an eye full of Ronan on the sofa, Adam in his lab and serious mouth to mouth.

Dear friend, I hope this is something close to what you wanted, although minus henry cheng. I sort of focused on one time instead of a compilation of a few and it’s from gansey’s pov and there’s a touch of bluesey but who’s complaining? (hopefully not you anyway) (p.s everyone thinks ronan is hot ok)

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arrow au - laurel and felicity as co-founders of an online fashion magazine

“felicity,” laurel sing-songs, holding onto her best friend’s wrist to keep her from walking away.

“no, laurel, you’re crazy! i don’t even know anything about running an online fashion magazine,” felicity exclaims, twisting her arm to free her wrist. laurel gives a big put upon sigh and crosses her arms over her chest.

“you don’t need to, i do! it’s all already in the works, okay? i’ll be the fashion, you be the tech!” she grins when she can practically see felicity about to give in. “i need a girl wednesday!”

“it’s friday!”

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Zülüf Dökülmüş Yüze
Minor Empire
Zülüf Dökülmüş Yüze

Minor Empire - Zülüf Dökülmüş Yüze

Minor Empire are a Canadian world music group formed in 2010 in Toronto.

Since releasing its debut recording, Second Nature in January 2011,Toronto ensemble Minor Empire has been drawing raves for a scintillating soundscape of psychedelia, electronica, jazz & traditional Turkish music. Not only has “Second Nature” hit #1 on national world music radio charts in Canada, but CBC Radio and Toronto Sun music columnist Errol Nazareth noted that “the CD marks an important way forward for Turkish and world music, in general.”

David Dacks of Exclaim! magazine calls their debut Second Nature "successfully dreamy" and says “the record will leave you wanting to see the band live.”,] and TJ Nelson of World Music Central describes the album as “bold, expertly worked and voluptuous.”[4]

Minor Empire is the brainchild of guitarist/composer/producer Ozan Boz and vocalist Ozgu Ozman. Inspired by the traditional music of their homeland of Turkey, they have forged a sound that is simultaneously contemporary and traditional, adventurous yet accessible. Fleshing out their unique sonic vision is a stellar cast of musicians including Michael Occhipinti (guitar), Chris Gartner (bass), Debashis Sinha (percussion) from Toronto; Ismail Hakki Fencioglu (oud) and Didem Basar (kanun) from Montreal, while internationally acclaimed Istanbul-based clarinet player Selim Sesler guests on the album.

OriginTorontoOntarioCanadaGenresWorld MusicYears active2010–present

A deep frown brought down her features as Giselle leaned over the solid wood table she’d made into her own. The coffee shop had been buzzing around her with activity for the last few hours but she’d hardly noticed, not when her mind was reeling over the latest gossip someone had posted in one of those rag mags. How could they be so dramatic? She’d only been out with a friend of her fathers for a simple dinner. The talk of donations the only subject the two had conquered within the two short hours and yet the magazines exclaimed they were practically running off to Paris together already. Fantastic.

It didn’t help that every so often she caught sight of some glancing her way as they waited in line, her scattered books and laptop open as she went through each cup of coffee all too quickly as she glanced over towards the empty mug. If she were being honest though, it really was just a typical Monday which is why she hardly noticed the person approaching her.